Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
the unending paradox is that we do learn through pain
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JANUARY TWENTIETH, TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
06:48 in the morning
"OH, NOBODY IS HERE." Sora and Kageyama stood inside the volleyball club room. The room was empty save for a few posters plastered onto the wall, two shelves on either side of the room and a bunch of other things Sora noticed. He chuckled silently to himself. No doubt the picture of the girls was Tanaka and Nishinoya's doing— even though they had their own soulmates. How those two worked, Sora would never know. They were unique enigmas. He supposed that's what made them special.
"They'll be here soon," Kageyama informed, dropping his school bag onto the floor and unzipping it. He shrugged off his jacket, taking out his clothes. "They're always late."
Sora hummed. An idea came to his head.
He smirked.
"Say, Tobio."
One glance at his soulmate and Kageyama took a step back, shaking his head. "No."
"Come on," Sora whined. "No one's here."
"They could walk in at any time!"
Sora took a step closer, and Kageyama took one back. They repeated that process until his back hit the shelves, breath stuttering in his throat as arms caged either side of his head and a toned chest was pressed against his. The setter's heart beat frantically in his body, his face growing warmer by the second.
His oldest soulmate leaned forward, gently nipping the tip of his ear with sharp teeth.
"I'll make it quick," he purred, his hot breath fanning Tobio's sensitive skin. He shivered at the sonorous tone. Lust soured their bond. It was like a knife to the heart. But when had that ever stopped them? Sora's hands travelled along Tobio's waist, slipping under his shirt and rubbing along his skin.
His soulmate flushed. "Okay, fine. But only ten minutes."
Sora took to his knees, smirking wickedly.
"Ten? I only need five."
Experienced fingers pulled down the zipper of Tobio's pants, yanking them down. The cold air bit through the thin material of his boxers and goosebumps rose on his skin as the chill made its way to the bone. Tobio shivered as a hand pushed up under his underwear, touching the sensitive skin. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling. Lips found themselves at home on his cock, kissing over the fabric. Tobio could feel an erection coming to life at the gentle caresses. He knew Sora's play, knew that the older boy liked teasing him until he was soft and pliant, begging for more, a tool to use, a puppet to string about.
